Optimism: a decision.

I was not an optimist. That’s the very first thing you should know.

Guess your question would be, “Then why on earth are you writing about optimism?!” Because I decided to be an optimist. Plain and simple. I was tired of my old self, complaining about things and being the what-if-this-would-not-turn-out-well person. Well, here I am, an optimist. But do not mistake me as the all-brightness-no-stormy-day dude, that’s just unreal. What I’m trying to say here’s that this blog would only contain some of the little things that I see everyday convincing me that there’s a lot of goodness wherever I fix my eyes at. Just goodness, and beauty, and everything that goes with them, and nothing else. And if it seems that something is devoid of goodness? I wait for a little while. If there’s still nothing after the “little while”, I try to wait for a little more. And if still goodness is a no-show-up, yeah, this is cliche, but it’s time for me to search there down below. There, I always find something that’s good, something that’s just simply beautiful.

Forgive my preaching. But that’s just how I feel. And anyway, this is my blog, I write whatever I want—and I want to spread optimism.

Here’s an open letter:

Dear Hopelessness,

A blessed day!

Carry your bones with you, and eat up your own dust, for my fear in you has paled—and ended—and never again will I tremble in your presence.

Yours never again,

I am